The world's medical concubine wants to divorce

Chapter 56 unwilling to let go
Song Yunqian looked at his legs in astonishment, a surge of joy welled up in his heart, did he stand up?Did he really stand up?

However, he soon knew what had happened, because there was a needle bag lying quietly on the ground, and there were golden needles as thin as hairs stuck in his legs, shining under the candlelight.

He almost yelled, and rushed forward to hug her. Her face was covered with blood, her head hit the wall, and she knocked on the wound that had scabbed before, the blood dripped down her face, and her body was so soft He could hardly hold on, fear filled his heart and enveloped him layer by layer, he remembered his vicious curse, wishing he could kill himself with a knife, he shouted: "It's okay, this king will call Zhuge over immediately, you will be fine. He hugged her tightly and yelled a few times, "Come here, come here!"

The door was rushed open, and several people rushed in, including Xiaoju and Mammy. Seeing this scene, they were so frightened that their hands and feet were cold and they were at a loss what to do.

In a panic, he didn't know who invited Zhuge Ming and the imperial doctor, and who washed the blood off Wen Yi's face. Song Yunqian felt that there were many people and his ears were very noisy. Don't let go.

Zhuge Ming stepped forward to feel the pulse, Song Yunqian's flustered eyes found the focus, he looked at Zhuge Ming fixedly, and asked: "Give her medicine, give her an needle, there is a needle..." He looked for it in a panic, and the needle was placed The bag place has been cleaned up, and the needle bag is gone. He yelled several times, "Where's the needle bag? Get it here, quickly!"

Zhuge Ming's eyes were dark, and he looked at him in pain, "Qian, she is dying, don't torment her."

"Nonsense!" Song Yunqian hugged Wen Yi and yelled at Zhuge Ming, "What kind of genius doctor are you? You're still breathing, but you said she couldn't do it anymore, you, come here!" He yelled at the trembling imperial doctor beside him.

The imperial doctor cautiously went forward to check the pulse, but the light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch. In the end, his conclusion was the same as Zhuge Ming's.

"Get lost..." he roared angrily, "Little Sanzi, quickly enter the palace and ask the imperial doctor to come out!"

Zhuge Ming said sadly: "Qian, talk to her!" It means that if you don't talk now, you will have no chance to talk.

Zhuge Ming sent everyone out, only Song Yunqian was left sitting on the bed with Wen Yi in his arms.

Wen Yi was dying, Song Yunqian kicked her in the abdomen, hit her head against the wall, the wound on her leg was bleeding continuously, her whole body was in pain like being cut by a knife, she was trembling, her whole body was shaking coldly, Even his lips trembled.

Her eyesight had gradually faded away, as if there was a large grassland in front of her eyes, stretching as far as the eye could see, the emerald green merged with the blue sky, and the white clouds like cotton fluff, made the sky as blue as a piece of silk dyed blue by skillful hands.

His tears fell on her cold cheeks, and there was a warm feeling. She wanted to reach out to wipe away his tears and tell him not to cry. She had already died once, and now she just died again. Sad for her.

However, she could barely hold her breath, she could not speak, a fishy-sweet liquid kept gushing up from her throat, overflowing from the corner of her mouth, she didn't know that she still had so much blood and could bleed for so long.

He kept wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth, his hands were trembling, and he leaned down to kiss her lips. He hated her so much, hated her and hated himself. At this moment, he knew that she was indeed self-harming herself, but it was not for the sake of favor, but It was to heal his leg.And he, when she was seriously injured, never even visited her once.

He hated why she did this, risked her own life, he would rather be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life than let her die.

She stared into his eyes, held her breath, and said incompletely, "You...remember, my name is...Wen Yi..." She was panting, her temples were wet with sweat and blood, his hands Just put it on her forehead, trembling slightly.

He said anxiously and anxiously: "This king knows, this king has always known." When he was unconscious just now, he seemed to hear her saying in his ear that she liked him calling her Wen Yi, she said she liked him, she liked it The last plague, this plague, is called love.

A magnolia flower-like smile spread over the corners of her warm mouth, she almost collapsed, as if she had just been fished out of the big water, looking at him pale and pure, her smile gradually became nothingness, her eyes slowly Close it, and whisper: "Okay, I can go to the grassland to chase the boy..."

Her head drooped heavily from her arms.

There was still a weary smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was really happy to chase after the boy.

His mournful cry passed through the clouds and went straight to the sky, "Wen Yi..."

Yang Luoyi had died a long time ago, and Wen Yi had also died a long time ago. It is unknown whether it is Wen Yi or Yang Luoyi who is dead now, no one knows, no one knows...

On the day when Yang Luoyi, Princess Ning'an, princess of Yuhui County, was buried in the coffin, Prince Ning'an Song Yunqian held the princess' body and refused to coffin it no matter who persuaded him. He murmured: "She will wake up. They are all dead, but they still wake up in the end, she will wake up... none of you are allowed to touch her!"

He held her in his arms for three days and three nights without eating anything or drinking a drop of water. He still stubbornly believed that she would wake up, even though her body had become cold and stiff, he still stubbornly believed.

There is no reason, he just couldn't bear to let her sleep in that cold coffin and bury her in the ground forever!

She told him ghost stories, she said there are ghosts in the world, and he believed it, so he knew that even if she wouldn't wake up, her soul would come back.

He waited, idly waiting.

The emperor went out of the palace himself. Wen Yi died, and he was also very sad. However, the prince should also act like a prince, holding the body of the dead concubine and not encoffining her.

Song Yunqian has never disobeyed his father in his life, but this time, even if the emperor personally went out of the palace to persuade, even scolded and ordered, he would not let go. He looked at the emperor with tired and desperate eyes, and frantically said: "Father, Ronger I messed around once, and my son was unwilling to let her go."

The emperor was slightly annoyed, and said: "You also know it's nonsense? Luo Yi has already left, why do you make her soul restless like this?"

"I just want her to be restless. She knows that I am sad. She will come back. Father, I killed her with my own hands. She saved me and healed my foot, but I killed her. I don't want I owe her, I want to pay her back what I owe her in this life, father, when she was in the mountains, she fell into the lake and died once in order to pick spiritual grass, but in the end she came back to life, you allow her to relax Slowly, she will wake up again."

The emperor said angrily: "Nonsense! How can a person come back to life after death?" He took a step back and ordered the guards behind him, "You go and pull the prince away and let the princess go into the coffin."

The guard got the order and was about to step forward, but Song Yunqian put a dagger on his neck and looked at the emperor, "Father, if you force me again, I will let her go."

The emperor stared at him blankly, a corner of his heart softened suddenly, he also had such a beautiful time and received such a beautiful love, how could he not understand him?

His tone softened, and he sighed: "Child, you made her feel uneasy when she was alive, but now that she's gone, why don't you let her go well?"

Lord Zhen also came. He almost lost his concubine that day. He understands this kind of despair, so seeing Song Yunqian like this now, he feels very sad. She was still smiling, proving that she didn't blame you when she left. She tested the needle with her own body, knowing that something would happen, but she did it anyway. She wants you to be well, if you are so depressed, you have failed her ?”

Song Yunqian's tears kept falling, and he murmured: "I'd rather never stand up for the rest of my life, and I don't want her to go. Brother Huang, I really hate her. Why does she want to make up her own mind like this?"

Prince Zhen felt sad for a while, and all he could think of was Wen Yi's bravery. Such a good woman, unexpectedly had such a hard life. She had excellent medical skills, but she couldn't save herself.He said sadly: "Brother Huang knows that you are suffering, but Brother Huang, she has her own way to go after all, whether you love her or hate her, you will put it in the bottom of your heart from now on, okay?"

Song Yunqian shook his head, "I can't do it."

Lord Zhen sighed, and said: "Then, don't blame Brother Huang!" He suddenly struck Song Yunqian on the back of the head with his palm. Song Yunqian was frightened and furious, but he was no match for the darkness that struck immediately.

The moment he fell to the ground, he had a clear sense of despair. He would never see her again.

After he woke up, it was already three days later. During these three days, Lord Zhenyuan has been giving him drugs to let him have a good sleep.

He locked himself in the Zhiyi Pavilion and saw no one.

Half a month later, Yang Luoyi's father, Lord Hou, came to the palace, and Song Yunqian came out to meet him.

When the two met, they both felt like they were separated from each other.Lord Hou was much older, while Song Yunqian was as haggard as a ghost, with a long unshaven beard, crumpled clothes, sunken eye sockets, and his entire face was pointed.

For the dead woman, they have the same pain.

Hou Ye looked at him with pity in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you are sad, you are sad, you have to take care of your body."

Song Yunqian hummed, lowered his head, not daring to look at Lord Hou.He blamed himself very much, he thought he was the one who killed Wen Yi.

Lord Hou sighed, and said: "Actually, Luo Yi left two months ago, we have always known that the princess in the palace is not Luo Yi."

Song Yunqian suddenly looked up at Lord Hou, and asked urgently, "What does father-in-law mean?"

Hou Ye's eyes drifted away, with a look of deep pain on his face, he said slowly: "Before you married Luo Fan, Luo Yi came back and had a big fight with our husband and wife, she said we agreed to this marriage , just to force her to death. At that time, we thought she was just talking, but we didn’t expect that she would die at that time. As a result, just two nights before you got married, our husband and wife just lay down and saw her come back She bowed to us, thanked us for our upbringing, and she left. The old man watched her float away and disappeared in front of the old man's eyes. The old man knew that she was dead at that time."

Song Yunqian was shocked, "Then, why don't you come to the palace to investigate immediately?"

Hou Ye's eyes were wet, he blinked, smiled wryly and said: "Is there any reason not to investigate? In fact, we have been paying attention to her all the time, and we know in our hearts that she is no longer Luo Yi, but she is wearing Luo Yi. Living in this world as an identity is a kind of comfort to our couple after all, so it has not been revealed."

Song Yunqian's heart was filled with shocking waves, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

"My name is Wen Yi!" Her voice sounded in her ears.

(End of this chapter)